When the sun began to set, Greer slid into the seat beside me. "Are you okay?" she whispered as she leaned her head against the seat.

I nodded. "Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah," she replied as she looked away for a minute, thinking. Then, she turned back. "That song you wrote is beautiful. How did you come up with it?"

I shrugged. "A candlelit night I spent with Logan."

A familiar pain gripped my chest.

She nodded thoughtfully. "I thought so." Then, she ...